Explore "Winter" by Bliss Carman on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
When winter comes along the river line / And Earth has put away her green attire, / With all the pomp of her autumnal pride, / The world is made a sanctuary old, / Where Gothic trees uphold the arch of gray, / And gaunt stone fences on the ridge's crest / Stand like carved screens before a crimson shrine, / Showing the sunset glory through the chinks. / There, like a nun with frosty breath, the soul, / Uplift in adoration, sees the world / Transfigured to a temple of her Lord; / While down the soft blue-shadowed aisles of snow / Night, like a sacristan with silent step, / Passes to light the tapers of the stars.